By John M, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats A Blood Rose Victory The stars fall as the last light […]
beautiful balloons lovers odor all over the comfy front seat What wild flight of fancy do we overlook each day? for DVerse Poets Pub–Poetics. Hosted tonight by Lillian. For Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday #Poetry Challenge For Kiwinana’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge–week 71
Jane’s prompt for a Month with Yeats: Day 14: Today’s quote if from ‘To Ireland in the Coming Times’. I think the following lines have inspired a sonnet. I find this a hard form to write, but this one came without trying. That you, in the dim coming […]
A Visit to the Owl What must have gone through poor Mrs. Brisbee’s mind? A mouse, venturing into the lair of an owl so close to dark. Nothing short of a desperate mother’s love for her sick son could so drive her to face such horror […]
Aasgaardreien peter nicolai arbo mindre Wiki media commons For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 13: Today’s quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats. ‘Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ nighttime thunder I answer the Wild Hunt’s call and […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 